FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 173 "A Message"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

I'm honestly very scared. But I wonder who sent that message last night. I don't think it's Mr. Su. Because there's no way he's gonna ask me to meet in the open. He could not have sought loss. So I decided to leave. I forced the confused Kang Bimo to refuse because soon he will deliver abah meet the schedule of the invitation to the lecture in Kediri.

Arriving in front of the gate, I hesitated at first. Shouldn't I just go in? But, he invited me to meet in front of the entrance. Excuse me to come down and I'll ask Kang Bimo to come home. Kang Bimo suggested that I just go down inside and offered to wait until I was done. But the interest is much more important. I forcibly evicted Kang Bimo who finally obeyed my will. He also left.

The heat this afternoon is quite hot. Plus my black cloak and mask. I just don't want to be recognized. There may not be ten minutes I wait. And suddenly I had a motorcycle patting me from the right. Frankly, I was very surprised. Yesterday's events made me very alert. I took two steps away. The driver kept looking at me. While I can't recognize him yet because he's wearing a binocular helmet. Then he took off his helmet. Get off the bike, then remove the mask.

How I'm not surprised. After a few weeks I did not meet him, he made a secret meeting with me.

"Gapain you?" I'll recite my voice.

"I'm gonna have a chat, Zah. Just a little bit."

"No. Can't." I took a step back. "If I had known you were coming, I would never have met you. Not to me." I saw my dislike for him. He is the cause of all this. I haven't forgotten his mistake until now.

He's advancing. I'm back off again. But, I'm trying to keep this conversation from sparking people's attention. Yes I understand. Surely he deliberately invited me to meet in the open so that he could easily invite me to talk. He thought I wouldn't be acting much. And, that's true. There was no other way than to listen to what he wanted to say. His face water is very serious. I looked into his eyes for a moment. The two eyes were half begging. Then I let him speak with my silent sign.

"Ten minutes only. I'll go right away."

I silenced.

"One thing you need to know. Zah, I want to be honest with you. As of now, you know I can never acknowledge Sumarjo as my biological father."

"What does this have to do with me? That's not important."

"You should hear this. Sumarjo was planning something. He'll look for you until he gets it. He wants revenge on you. Camn it! Your position's threatened. He is currently planning something. In addition, he also wanted to find Nyai Sekar Wangi's keris. It's on you, right?"

I'm appalled. I dare not answer. I haven't been able to reason well. One word that first appeared was awkward. What does Mr. Su have to do with the patrem Mr. Nizam brought? Unfortunately I forgot the name of the giver.

"Whoever carries the kris now, my advice quickly returns it to the owner. Whether you or anyone who now holds the kris, it can doom."

I can't just trust him. I seek refuge in You, O God.

"That's my message. Take care of yourself." He hurriedly raised his mask. Wearing a helmet, then stop at the big bike. Breezed away.

My chest's tight. What is this problem?

"If you want to go home, I've already ordered an invitation."

I looked to my left. "Sir?" call me lirih.

"Would you go straight home or go inside?"

I didn't hear him talking. I'm getting scared. I thought there was only one problem that was not finished, apparently the problem was tricked to drag the name of the patrem Nyai Sekar Wangi. I only ever took it for a moment. I'm looking at Mr. Nizam.

"Sir?"

"You going home now?"

"Where's the patrem?"

"Why did you suddenly ask that?"

"Where, sir?"

"It's with me."

"Who gave it?"

"Wardah Mustika Rahayu."

"Who is he, sir?"

"We'd better not talk on the side of the road like this. How are we going to walk in? At least there is a seat.

I nodded.

"Attent."

There's not ten minutes. There was an online project coming towards us. Two people came almost simultaneously.

I nodded again.

Wardah Mustika, Judge, Mr. Su, Mr. Nizam, my brother, and me. We're a spate of people who might be related to that patrem. When Mr. Nizam did not know very well about his keris, but that night he called the kris named Nyai Sekar Wangi. What's the reason Wardah Mustika gave it to Mr. Nizam? Then, Mr. Su and Judge why can you know that the kris is now in the pesantren even though I did not bring it?

We're heading for the parking lot. Straight to the top parking lot. Then, we look for a place if it is crowded, but can still be comfortable to use for serious conversation.

Mr. Nizam pointed at the food stall.

"Eating all the time, yeah. I'm hungry again." He precedes my path.

I'm monitoring the situation. Yeah, it's pretty comfortable. I sit. And daydream by itself. No matter how dangerous a creature may be, if God wills to protect it, then I and my whole family will be safe. I have to believe that.

A sreek! The sound of the chair drawn by Mr. Nizam. He also sat. Stooping his chin with both hands. Stare at me. He's ready to listen.

"You don't worry. Just talk!"

I'm still asking which question I should ask first.

"Who was that guy? He threatened you?"

"He's the judge" I replied slowly.

"Isn't he the one who used to be after you?"

I nodded.

"Then, why did he leave after meeting you?"

"I'm surprised too, sir. He brought new trouble."

"Patrem?"

I nodded again.

"I told you not to worry. You must be wondering why Mustika gave me that thing. Okay I'll tell you a story. He's the son of a mastermind in my village. He used to like me. But her parents never liked me. Especially Father. He was married to the son of an artist. Name's Darya. Now he's married. Not long. Yeah, there haven't been two months. One morning, he suddenly came to my contract in Tulungagung. She's alone. He asked me to take him away. Obviously I can't. I know the limits. And I might not deserve it. Mustika is a good woman. Either he was really rido or not after I gave him advice, but after that gave me a patrem. He gave me on the grounds it was just a gift. He told me to give it to the man I'd choose. The second person I've ever given you is you."

"His first woman Rubia?"

"Do you remember his name?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes. She's Rubia. But, after a few days he received the patrem, he died. Despite the suddenness, his diagnosis showed he died of shortness of breath and blood pressure that was too high to make his veins rupture. Happened in Singapore. That's logical. I believe in supernatural things. But, I don't want to believe patrem is the cause. Besides, I don't have a good enough reason to say that patrem was the cause. In fact, he did not bring any danger while in this boarding school. Until now I still believe Mustika is well-intentioned. He gave me that patrem not for his own sake. But it was his father who didn't like me before. It's up to you to conclude. This is clearly the story."

He spoke very seriously, relaxed, and was very open to me. This is the first time he has done that.

"Thursday night, Abahmu and I gave the boarding fence. We have asked for God's protection. Sure enough, everything must bring results. Multiply the Qur'an nderes, yes."

Astagfirullah. I can't misrepresent anything. It's testing. This is a test for those who believe. God is the only source of strength. He is the one who controls and wants everything.

"To deal with a problem like this, we must be wise to judge it. It coexists with something closest to humans, but humans cannot reach it. You just calm down. God again and God continues. I'll return the patrem. That was your Abah dhawuh that night."

"Well you talk like that?"

"Yes maybe Abah felt that the patrem shouldn't be in the pesantren and the owner might be looking." He's still so calm.

"Isn't it Mustika's owner who gave it away?"

"Yes really. But, we don't know what kind of tempest happened after he gave it to me. That's his favorite thing. I'll return him sometime, Abah's message."

"But..but what if something happens?"

He was smiling. "No. I'll return it all right."

"Before it's too late, Mr. Nizam quickly returns the patrem. Return it tomorrow, sir!"

Good mornin. Happy reading.. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________.